Chapter 67

In the S. H. I. E. L. D. lounge, Steve pointed to a picture on the whiteboard and said: "I have said before that so-called tactical literacy, not only is it to arrange combat plans in advance, but more importantly, it is also to synchronously insight into the enemy's intentions, and even think of his action route one step earlier than him."

"The reason why your last operation failed also has the reason that you didn't do this."

"You chose to climb to the roof first, which is not bad. Occupying the commanding height is indeed a very important point, but next you made a very fatal mistake."

"First, you didn't find out how many exits this house had before you rushed in recklessly."

"Second, when fighting inside a building, we often don't suggest using the method of high-level surprise attack. Once you start driving the enemy from a high place, he will instinctively run down. If there is an exit on the lower floor, he can safely leave this building."

"The correct approach is either to surround and fight from top to bottom, or to carry out a floor-by-floor surprise attack from bottom to top. If you drive the enemy from the lower floor, he can only run up, and then choose to jump out of the window or be trapped in the room, and cannot use the ground exit to leave. Do you understand?"

Peter wrote on the coffee table in front and asked: "But I will make noise when breaking the door. What if they are alerted? I entered from the window just to catch them off guard..."

"Your train of thought is correct. The most important thing for surprise attacks in buildings is speed. Just like I said just now, if you want to adopt the method of driving from bottom to top, you must first figure out how many exits this building has, block the exits before taking action, and then break the window and enter."

"In fact, I don't suggest you use this method. Although you have unique conditions, the other party is fighting in their home court, and his understanding of the room and building structure is deeper than yours."

"Although you caught them off guard, entering an unfamiliar building at once, the surrounding environment is completely strange to you. If there are any traps in the room, you may not be able to react quickly."

Peter just wanted to say that he had spider sense, but he thought about it, and Steve's words also made sense. Although he saw two people in the room when he was hanging on the window, what if Bullseye had an ambush? If he smashed a cup, what if dozens of big men rushed out from nowhere? His spider sense is okay for on-the-spot reaction, but it is not a prophecy, let alone perspective.

Peter wrote and drew in the notebook, Steve continued: "In addition, you have already known that your opponent is a villain with three caves for a cunning rabbit."

"You just said that you think the garbage dump is very suitable for you and him to fight, but don't forget, he has been there much longer than you. This kind of cunning enemy must have rehearsed a dozen escape routes in his mind long ago."

"Even if he didn't use tear gas on you, as long as you are slightly distracted, he will definitely run away."

Peter sighed and said: "I thought my plan was already very thorough, but I didn't expect there to be so many mistakes. It seems that I really didn't lose unjustly."

Steve walked over and sat next to him and patted his shoulder and said: "This is normal, you are already very talented. You haven't seen that in the army, that group of kids didn't even dare to do high-altitude fast-roping, standing on the roof and shaking their legs, let alone any airborne surprise attack. You can do this at the beginning, which is already much stronger than most of them."

Peter put away the notebook and said: "Next time I will definitely not let him run away again."

An hour later, in the laboratory of Stark Tower, Stark was pinching an antenna and said: "The connection method you used is stable, but it is completely unable to exert the antenna's efficacy to the maximum..."

"Don't tell me about any raw material limitations! When I was in Afghanistan, didn't I still form mecha with a pile of scrap copper and iron? I could make a computer much stronger than this when I was 6 years old!"

"Also, your understanding of the two words 'intelligent' in the intelligent grabbing system is too superficial. Do you think writing an automatic screening system is called intelligent? Why don't you try to write a complete artificial intelligence logic?"

Stark put down the wire, he snapped his fingers, a screen slowly descended from the roof, Stark pointed to the map above and said: "Look here, this is Hell's Kitchen, right?"

"It presents a spindle shape as a whole, so your signal coverage range can completely not be a perfect circle, but use different wave frequencies to achieve maximum efficiency, like this..."

"In addition, you can completely find a stronghold, build a simple signal tower on it, and use it to monitor the designated Hell's Kitchen signal..."

Peter pointed to the map of Hell's Kitchen with a laser pointer thoughtfully. He said: "I have found the central intersection of Hell's Kitchen, which is the center of the underground sewer I used to rush on the road before. Do you think we can place a signal device there? What method should I adopt? I think the method I am using now is stable, but the efficiency is indeed not high enough..."

A few hours later, it was dark. Shiler was just about to close the door, and Peter squeezed in from the crack of the door.

"I heard your operation didn't go well." Shiler said.

Looking at Peter nodding somewhat frustratedly, Shiler said: "Although you have this technology to monitor other people's mobile phone signals, I think this is actually not the best way."

"Indeed, this method is simple, rude, and effective, but the problem lies in that it is too simple and rude, making you ignore many detailed problems."

"Bullseye's tracks are not as untraceable as you think. You just lack a bit of investigation and counter-investigation awareness."

Peter sat on the sofa, drank some water, Shiler took out his medical record book, and then said: "Do you know where the most well-informed place in Hell's Kitchen is?"

Peter shook his head.

"I ask you, what two things are people unable to escape?"

"Death and taxes?"

"That's right, then do you think, what do these two points correspond to in Hell's Kitchen?"

"I haven't heard that Hell's Kitchen has a decent hospital, or a tax administration..." Peter shook his head and said.

"You have to know, without any understanding of the rules of Hell's Kitchen, it is almost impossible for you to successfully strike crime."

Peter said: "Fine, actually I thought about it last night, I am a bit too impulsive. As soon as I think of Ma Te's encounter, I can't wait to beat that guy up immediately."

"Hell's Kitchen indeed has no decent hospital and administration, but gang members here will also be injured after gang fire, will there be doctors to treat them after injury? Where do these doctors come from? Who are they hired by? Will there be any special information?"

"Hell's Kitchen indeed has no tax administration, but gangs have collected so much protection money and have so many industries. Do you expect these gang bosses who haven't graduated from junior high school to calculate accounts themselves?"

"Where were their accountants hired from? When will they come? Who among them knows which gang boss? And will they have seen the person you are looking for not long ago?"

"Besides, what about the truck drivers who shuttle through the streets of Hell's Kitchen every day? Taxi and bus drivers?"

"Even if they are gangs, they always have to eat. Where did Bullseye order food? Has he hired a chef recently? Even more, has he been to any strip club? Or solicited prostitutes?"

Shiler pointed to the map Peter opened with his finger and said: "A human lives in this world, it is absolutely impossible to have no traces at all."

"A person in a society survives in society, he must have intersections with other people in this society."

"Perhaps, the investigation you imagine is taking a magnifying glass to find footprints everywhere, or you must have him leave some physical traces before you can find something."

"But in fact, everyone he has seen, every word he has said, will leave traces more or less."

Shiler shook his head and said: "This Bullseye is not a master of counter-investigation. If you are willing to spend more patience to investigate these things, you can even not fight him."

"Investigation is not the prelude to battle, it is also the elegy of requiem."

"If one day, you can truly master this technology, you will understand that to deal with these criminals, you don't have to spend energy to swing your fists."

"I don't mean using anesthetics, or putting medicine in wine, or putting poison in food, these small means."

"If you can figure out all his social relationships and understand every trace he left in society, you can find countless methods of borrowing strength to fight and using small to win big from these relationships."

"You don't have to cut any wire, you can skillfully dismantle all the intricate wire balls and tie them into the shape you want."

Peter didn't write or draw in the notebook this time. He said: "I can't understand these very well, but perhaps one day when I use it, I will remember it."

"Actually, I still prefer to swing my fists. I always feel that when I use these methods, the situation must have been terrible." Finally, accompanied by the sound of the rolling shutter door outside the clinic falling, Peter said.

Two days later, a man with a target mark on his head was thrown at the door of the Manhattan Police Station.

On the roof of the building opposite, Spider-Man was standing there, watching the police take Bullseye in. The streets of New York at dusk were still bustling. This small episode attracted the attention of many pedestrians, but soon, they lowered their heads and walked past in a hurry.

"You surprised me." Ma Te's voice came from behind Spider-Man. He held a hand stick and said: "In just a few short days, you abolished the biggest eye of Kingpin in Hell's Kitchen. How did you do it?"

Peter stood on the edge of the roof. Hearing Ma Te's voice, he turned around.

He took off the headgear of the battle suit, and the fluttering broken hair turned into floating golden fine lines in the sunset light behind him. He smiled, with the childishness and brightness unique to this age.

He said: "That's probably because I am really too good at making friends."